Oh, he's a guinea.
Young Lady.
That's a bore.
Miss Moon.
Ah, but consider, madam—his rooms are draped from ceiling to floor in blue velvet. Blue velvet! fancy! Not that I've had the privilege of viewing them myself; Miss F. is our authority.
Young Lady.
Miss F.?
Miss Moon.
I beg your pardon—Miss Fullgarney. Valma is quite neighbourly with Miss Fullgarney.
[A door-gong sounds—as it does every time any one enters or quits the establishment—signifying that the first gentleman has departed.